This is a song about "Make money team"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Claim they with the money team but aint got a pot to piss in

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

For those whey no fit dey fix son

I make money high like jordan

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist